Category: Love

She had given the ring back to Arthur,
But was later persuaded to take
It again, when Art was left paintings–
Worth a million–by his Uncle Jake.

I suppose I’m unduly suspicious,
But there’s this little point I would make:
Was the “A” in the second “ART” capitalized–
When she said she loved Art for ART’S sake???

by Ray Romine Monday, October 14, 1946

From where I sat, I thought I saw your face,
And that you caught my glance and turned your head;
Yes, quite as though you’d rather look, instead,
At any other member of the race
Than see my countenance. How out of place
I felt–how lost–how filled with awe and dread.
To think I failed you when I should have led
Your steps through happiness a breathless space.
My turn was gone–too late I saw my fault;
Too late my errors slapped me wide awake,
And mirrored me for what I seem to be.
Remorse no longer helps your dear sweet sake;
Reproach I feel can never reach the vault
To touch your form and bring you back to me.

by Ray Romine Friday, December 3, 1943

I know it’s trite just to repeat
“l love you ,” or to call you dear;
It may be silly that the beat
Of my heart doubles when you’re here.

It’s not original to find
That you disturb my peace of mind,
No, it’s not new, but I have found
It’s you that makes my world go ’round!

by Ray Romine Sunday, February 18, 1951

I watch the clock in order to
Be on time always for you.
Though our moments together
Match miles to the sun,
I could never willingly
Waste even one.

by Ray Romine Monday, November 14, 1949

I watch him every morning, as a rule,
Go past my window on his way to school.

I like his nose; I like his grown-up gait
(Unusual for a man of nearly eight).

He doesn’t know today that I ‘m alive
(There’s no room in his world for girls of five).

But three years difference in our ages, see,
Is nothing–when he reaches twenty-three!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 22, 1946

Love means so many things to us
By now, that talk of parting
Sounds like the end of life itself,
And bitter tears are smarting.

So if you go, you go, my sweet,
But don’t ring down the curtain-
Don’t kill this rarest living thing-
Until at least you’re certain.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 19, 1950

I laughed into your sea-green eyes;
You smiled into my blue ones.
We thought the things each other said
Were brightly spangled new ones.

We tried to dance the night away,
And came down for a landing
When our first kiss reduced us to
A perfect understanding.

I am aware, without a shove,
This, new to us, is old as Love!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, July 12, 1950

One small black dot upon a plain;
One flower blooming in the rain;
One leaf upon a wind-tossed tree;
One life, one love, one you for me .

by Ray Romine Thursday, November 16, 1950

Let’s treat it, dear, as though today
Were all there is before us;
And make each second count its share
Of love and living for us!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 1, 1946

The world may say what the world may say;
I will say “I love you.”
From dawn to dusk of every day,
I will say “I love you.”

Monotonous may be my tune;
I do not care, for, late or soon,
While I have breath, you’ll hear me croon:
“I love you.”

My conversation, so I find,
Reflects whotever I’ve in mind
(Usually, “I love you.”)
You are the subject I enjoy;
Yours the name I shall employ
When I say “I love you.”

by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 8, 1947